When Li Mochen appeared under the ring, the B hall of the Storm Stadium where they were located suddenly roared like a tsunami.

"fraud prince)!fraud prince!fraud prince!"

The voices of tens of thousands of people were like one person, and huge sound waves swept across all corners of the gymnasium.

At the beginning, Li Mochen's fans tried to resist. But just two minutes later, they were suppressed. This made many young women in the stands angry and a little aggrieved.

"You made them lose too much money, Amo."

William Jacques couldn't help but grin: "This is called "The more you lose, the deeper you hate, and they will stare at you in the future."

"fine."

Carl was very calm: "Even such black fans can bring great benefits to Amo. Today, the ticket price set by the nhsaa event committee was 300 gold shields per ordinary seat, but it was still snatched up within an hour. The money they earned today is enough for the event committee to spend several years - I mean after they divided the accounts with several high schools participating in the competition. So if the referees of the event committee did not accept bribes, they should be slightly tilted towards us."

When William heard this, he nodded with deep consent, "I can see it!"

Therefore, the treatment given to them by the event committee is particularly good. Not only is the staff in the venue very enthusiastic and thoughtful, but the lounge they are given is also the best.

His eyes rolled slightly, knowing that Carl was bending around the bush, and if the situation had to be done, then he could use some unconventional methods.

If the management of the nhsaa event committee does not want to see Linden Academy get out too early—

Lina Adrick looked at Angela with some concern. She found that something was wrong with her lady's mood. The girl's cheeks were bulging slightly, and when she looked at the stands on the left and right, she even clenched her fists. This was not like a lady. Angela used to be indifferent to anything she encountered. Even if she was taken advantage of by Li Mochen in the locker room that time, she could deal with it rationally. Even if she was at Star Mail Noble College, she was seduced by Belinda's "snatching love from a horizontal knife" and seducing her male friends with a good impression, the lady was at most sulked.

Is it because the seal of mental power was untied? So there are more emotional fluctuations? Is it for Li Mochen? If so, this guy deserves to die.

If she was just a little arrogant, it would be nothing, but she was worried that her lady might have other ideas—

Just as Lena was secretly sceptical about her concern, St. Macon Middle School staff also entered the venue one after another. Their eyes shifted, looking at the teenage men and women wearing yellow sweatshirts opposite her.

The most eye-catching ones are naturally the two gods of St. Macon Middle School, one is Claude Antel, and a girl named Isa O'Neal.

The former has reached the quarterfinals in the interstate finals and is about to encounter Li Mochen in the next quarterfinals. This person not only has extremely strong combat power, but also has three divine grace and magical realms, which is shocking.

As for the girl, she was a level seven shield warrior who was favored by Kratos, the god of war.

There, he felt the attention of the people from Linden Academy and looked over. Among them, Claude Antel glared at Li Mochen coldly, then sneered and drew a horizontal line on his neck with his thumb, giving him a throat-cutting gift.

At this time, cheers were heard from all sides of the gymnasium.

"St. Macon will win!"

"Did you see it? They were all a group of soft-legged shrimps, you guys are sure to win!"

"Antel, please kick that guy's eggs out?"

"One minute! Get them all out in one minute."

Although these roars are no longer as uniform as before, they are still thunderous and loud. In comparison, Li Mochen's fans are much more dull in the stands.

"We have tried our best."

This is Li Mochen's full-time agent Borg Ferguson. Although his surname is Ferguson, he has nothing to do with Ferguson Media and Mandivin Ferguson.

The man was ashamed to spread his hands: "Although we have arranged no less than fifty professionals to be responsible for the organization, the current content of Amo's fans determines that they are not good at fighting. Most of them are young white-collar women, married women, or girls from middle-class or wealthy families. They cannot catch up with the group of gamblers and rough men in their voices."

Li Mochen's reaction was very plain, and he didn't care about the cheers in the stands at all. The situation he was facing now would not be worse than the previous match against James Lanster. At that time, the entire gymnasium was cheering him up. It was even less than the times he used to face tens of thousands of demon troops in the realm of the Yuanqiu in the past.

Li Mochen was only worried that William and the others would be affected, resulting in malfunctioning performance.

But the situation was fine, Louise Linden was still calm, William Jacques was at least very calm on the surface, breathing very smoothly, and Lina seemed to be still worried about her sister's affairs, looking absent-minded and worried. As for Angela, she looked eager to try.

The game time was soon, and at 2:25, the voice of a female announcer rang out from the gymnasium.

"Please prepare for Linden College and St. Macon Middle School. Your game will start in Hall B in five minutes."

"Let's go up."

Louise Linden took the stage first, and Li Mochen followed closely behind. Five people led by Claude Antel from St. Macon Middle School also came up one after another.

The team battle arena is ten times larger than the individual competition, with an area of ​​two thousand square meters. The two sides can stand opposite each other at a distance of thirty meters, and six on-site referees stand next to them.

At this time, Li Mochen's agent Borg Ferguson frowned and asked Carl in a slight sense of resistance: "It's time, can you say a correct word? Can you win this game? My boss cares a lot, but you don't want to share Amo's latest physical test data."

Several simulated battles that took place at Linden Academy. He also watched the whole process. At present, it can only be confirmed that due to the emergence of Amqira, Linden Academy will not lose too badly even if it loses.

Carl couldn't help laughing: "Look at me, do you have a little worried expression now?"

Borg looked at him carefully before he felt relieved: "That is, you must win? Why not share data? We should be on the same front."

"Amo's control over the Silent Domain is like the arrival of the Winter God, and he will surprise the opponent. As for why he does not share the data, it is because we don't want anyone to know his details."

Carl looked at the Mr. Ferguson next to him: "We are indeed on the same front in most matters about Amo, but not in some ways. I thought Mr. Ferguson, you might as well put more effort into Amo instead of questioning me here. He doesn't trust you, right?"
Chapter completed!